Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
I made the drive to Springfield in two hours. Joey called me five times on the drive, but I ignored her calls. It was hard to let each of those calls go to voice mail, but this is something I have to do. As soon as I’m done, I’ll call her, but I’m afraid if she finds out what I’m doing, she’ll talk me out of it.
The call I did answer was my mother’s. I made sure to tell her that Joey was the love of my life, and that she would—if I had my way—have those coveted grandbabies soon. At least I hope she will. She laughed, and if I’m not mistaken, shed a few tears, but told me that I needed to run that promise past my future wife before making it.
My future wife.
That sounds damn good. I have to force the smile off my face as I pull open the door to his office.
“Good afternoon, may I help you?” the receptionist greets me.
“I’m here to see Skylar Davis.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
“No. I’m Brock Williams from the Kansas City Ramblers. I was hoping to have a few minutes of his time.” I offer her my most charming smile.
“Of course, Mr. Williams. Let me just check to see if his last meeting has ended. Please have a seat.” She points to the chairs in the lobby.
I nod, but I have no intention of sitting. I know everyone has seen the headlines. This woman appears to be in her early sixties, so maybe she doesn’t follow social media or the sports scene and gossip sites, but I know damn good and well, when Skylar hears my name, he’s going to know why I’m here.
I’m here for Joey.
When she turns to head down the hall, I follow along behind her. I get curious glances, but she doesn’t seem to notice. When she stops at his door and announces my arrival, I hear him tell her no. He’s too busy. Fuck that. I step up behind her. “I’ll take it from here, Cindy,” I say, repeating the name he just called her.
“Get out of here,” Skylar demands.
I ignore him and stalk toward his desk. “I’m going to cut to the chase. I know you know who I am.” My voice is low and lethal. “And that tells me that you also know why I’m here.” He stares at me, trying to keep a neutral expression, but I can see the fear written all over his face. He’s five-ten, maybe five-eleven, and what, a buck fifty? I have several inches and at least a hundred pounds on the guy. Thankfully for him, he’s smart enough to see my rage and keep his mouth shut and listen.
“I know what you did, Skylar. I know that you put your hands on the woman I love. I know that you threatened her, and you can imagine I don’t take that kind of thing lightly.”
He shakes his head, as his hands tremble at his sides. He’s scared. Good. This is nothing compared to what I’ll do if I find out he even breathes her name or touches another woman inappropriately.
“Do you know who I am?” I ask him.
He nods.
“So you know that I have money. Lots of money and lots of connections.”
Another nod.
“If you so much as breathe Joey’s name, I’ll end you. If I ever find out that you touched a woman without her permission and then threatened her afterward, I will dismantle this company piece by tiny piece, until there is nothing left. Your name in the industry will be shit. You should be thanking your lucky stars that Joey didn’t want to press charges against you. She just wanted it all to blow over, but you see, I can’t live with that. You hurt the most important person in my life, and for that, you need to have consequences.”
“Consequences?” he asks, his voice shaking.
I nod. “Joey gets a severance package. Six months of pay, as well as a glowing recommendation from you and the other partners here at the agency. I don’t care how you go about getting them, but you have a week to make this happen. A week, Skylar.” Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out a business card for my agent. “The check and the letters can be sent here. I don’t want you in contact with Joey. Ever.” Placing my hands flat on his desk, I lean over so that we’re close, so close I can smell his fear. “Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes, sir.”
“Mr. Davis. Is everything all right here?” I turn to look over my shoulder to see a security guard with his hand on his gun strapped to his waist. Cindy must have called him.
“Mr. Davis?” I prompt, ignoring the security guard.
“Everything is fine, Sam. Thank you,” Skylar squeaks.